I should have
taken the Sacrament
to be reminded
of my future:
Forgiven;
Instead of going
to a meeting
where I’m reminded/
of my dark,
vile/
and sinful past,
which I’ve put aside.
As I was folding/
My children’s laundry, /
I came across/
a shiny
black
sheath. /
Turning it /
first one way,
and then/
the other, /
I wondered to myself, /
“How would my girls /
wear this?”
Then it occurred/
To me:/
It/
Was/
A/
Black/
Shiny/
Pillowcase.
When left to her own/
devices, she could truly/
make a masterpiece.
Traditions may be/
forgotten by her, but old/
St. Nick remembers.
“There’s no Recession/
in the alcohol business.”/
Does that bother you?